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Peter Fyodorov

Evgeny Antropov Vladimir Yumatov

Evgeny Antropov Vladimir Yumatov Igor Chernevich

Vladislav Abashin Svetlana Kolpakova

Yana Sekste

Yana Gladkikh Sergey Zhuravel Sergey Byzgu

Sergey Sosnovsky Vyacheslav Chepurchenko Nadezhda Mikhalkova

Editor: Konstantin Mazur Composer: Darin Sysoev Sound mixer: Ivan Rips

Written by Dmitriy Konstantinov

Executive producer Maxim Korolev

Producers Alexey Moiseev Oleg Piganov

Directed by Dmitriy Konstantinov Yuriy Trofimov

THE DEPARTED

I went to take a leak quickly. He's fallen down, hasn't he?

Keep calm, it's police.

- Is there an extra entrance? - Downstairs.

I woke Semyonovs up, visited Fesko: their children haven't seen our Trofim.

Egor, we must go to the police! What if something happened to him?

I've found it in the yard.

Trofim was playing with it, before going home.

What is it?

It was under our window.

Where?

Outside, under the window.

Were you at home? And did you leave it?

No.

Maybe it had been there for a long time?

And he'd made another one.

What's wrong with you?

My son is lost!

- Is that all? - Isn't that enough?

Egor, where are you going to?

I'll look for my son.

Get to the door, before they've broken it!

- I bet ten rubles it's Chalice. - What Chalice?

- Careful! - No worries! Go to sleep!

What happened?

Musa!

- My son's gone missing. - You have a daughter.

Musa, if I'm in the system, let this system work to find Trofim.

Why are you silent?

Maybe you should go to the police?

These clowns never find anyone!

Shut your mouth!

- And who are you? - I'm his fiancee!

Yeah, like hell.

Chalice!

One thing they will ask you.

When's that gonna happen?

In a year, in five years, maybe never. And the other thing you ask them.

If you do it,

you'll owe them.

Musa, I must find my son!

Something's happened between Dasha and him: she doesn't tell me.

What if he's escaped? He might get himself in trouble!

You should go to Snake or to Jew in the tavern. I can ask them!

And I can stitch you lips together.

Or inflate you through the pipe till you burst.

It will take you six months with a pipe your size.

Shut up!

Alright then,

Chalice.

Go home.

I'll solve the problem myself.

Go!

I have warned you: it's not a prison hospital.

The duty doctor?

Yes. And please, notice, I was against it! Categorically!

I've noticed. Who's got the extra key to the room?

The duty doctor?

Rooms aren't closed - we could hardly find this key.

You don't have the extra key?

Or do you?

Um...

The supply manager may have one.

Why the extra key?

He jumped out the window on his own.

Take deep breaths. You're excited.

You are excited!

It's all my fault.

I scolded him, called him names.

He must have felt ashamed.

Kirate, we'll we have enough sleep one day?

What did they call me for? It's all pretty clear!

Should I resign?

I think should I do it myself?

Akimovich, what should I do? Should I resign?

Forget it. Nobody saw nothing. And you keep quiet.

I called the procuracy, they won't come. There's no case for them.

Fill in the documents, we'll send them tomorrow.

Me again? The documents mean me!

What are you looking for? Is something wrong?

Actually, no.

Except for a dead man.

Which is quite sad, isn't it?

Well, yes.

You asked about an extra key:

you think somebody helped him?

I don't think - I'm checking a clue.

It's my duty according to instructions.

I've checked: there's no extra key.

According to statistics 93% of versions are false.

Well, it is so.

The doctor says you came from downstairs. And asked about the employees' entrance?

- Just in case. - So what is there?

Nothing.

LET'S FULFILL THE YEAR'S PLAN TO THE ANNIVERSARY OF OUR TOWN!

EACH DAY BRINGS MORE JOY TO OUR LIVES!

- Hello, uncle Pasha. - Hello!

These are for you.

Wait!

Thank you, honey!

Thank you.

- Good morning! - Going to work early in the morning?

Can't wait to enjoy the beauty!

I couldn't even imagine, there's such nice town a 100 kilometers away from Moscow!

Yes, it is nice!

HOMELAND HOTEL

Open the door!

I live here!

Hey, there!

Quiet!

So early in the morning!

- What's with the knocking? - Lieutenant Stotsky, city police department.

May I come in?

Did you open the door to comrade Lugovoy like this, when he came at night?

Anton Fyodorovich Lugovoy, a writer from Moscow.

He came on the 13th at night, took his things and left. Do you remember?

Or would you like to say he wasn't here that night?

Maybe, he was here. But I can't remember every one.

Let's check.

Are you alone here when on duty at night?

You should have checked the room after guest leaving.

The guest checked out.

Is this your signature?

Did he take all his things from the room?

Two suitcases, backpack, sleeping bag, Singer sewing machine?

What about a barrel with oranges?

He couldn't take these out himself! Somebody must have helped him!

Gosha!

Or he wasn't here at all?

He was late for train, asked friends to take his things.

Did somebody come to take his things?

What's wrong?

Kidney stone?

Call the ambulance!

What's with the yelling?

Don't make me angry, Gosha!

What's going on here?

- Do you hear me? - What's the matter?

It's alright, comrades, I'm from the police!

- Help me! - Doesn't look like it's alright!

Call the ambulance, please!

He doesn't need any ambulance! He'll take the pill and he'll be fine.

What if it's appendicitis? He needs to go to the hospital!

Appendicitis?

Yep, this is serious.

Drink birch juice, chew linden buds, suck on juniper bark.

The abdomen will always be fine.

You'll forget about it as it's the capitalism relic!

See you, Gosha!

- Have you found him? - It's alright: he's safe and sound.

- A few words? - Where? What for?

Wait inside.

- He's my son: I have to know... - Go inside!

He was in the woods, they built a dugout.

- He may fall ill consequently. - Where's he now?

He's at my place with Glasha.

He doesn't want to come here,

told me: "I don't want to live with her".

Why doesn't he want to live with you?

Dasha?

Why doesn't your son want to live with you?

I don't know.

He saw something?

Didn't he?

Did he see something?

- What could he see? - What happened here?

Dasha, what happened here?

What happened here?

Egor, I love you so much. I do.

I didn't want to...

He...

Who?

Rynda.

"A man, named himself as lieutenant Stotsky,

shouted, threatened.

This caused nervous stress and exacerbation of renal colic.

A medical certificate is attached"

No one complained about the police for the last two years.

Just public gratitude.

It's not Moscow:

all the people respect each other here.

There are criminals at every corner.

But walk around, talk to the people: are they afraid to live among these criminals?

It's more peaceful here than in Moscow. Do you know why?

Because all the people respect each other.

- Are you kidding me? - No, sir!

Repeating is a better way to remember. I'm sorry Ivan Zakharovich.

Who signed this medical certificate?

The doctor from the hospital that was on duty that night?

Yes.

Artur Andreevich.

So why was Egor Sapyolkin sent so far away immidiately?

Not that far away, to Yaroslavl.

Artur Andreevich told us he needs an urgent survey.

He'll be sent to resort then. For about two months.

That's for doctors to decide.

Sure.

Taras, where are you going to?

To keep order, to patrol.

Who's gonna fill in the weekly report? Go back now!

That asshole wanted to run away!

Artur Andreevich said you didn't want to call the ambulance.

And then just left.

It means you didn't help.

There are two witnesses!

I've hardly talked him into forgetting the whole thing.

- Why are you silent? - Sorry, this will not happen again.

Why me again?

- There's Galiev. - His handwritting is bad.

Why are you whining? It's a work for half an hour.

I must patrol the streets actually.

I let you eat the seeds in the office.

So, that's my first and last warning!

Don't bother Sapyolkin, don't visit him in the hospital.

That's an order.

I won't live with her.

Stand up, dress and go home!

I won't live with her!

Do you realise that she's your mother?

Do you realise that she was attacked, was hurt.

And you ran off, left her alone.

Uncle Matvey was kissing her!

What could she do?

A huge man pounced upon her!

That is none of your business! So go home!

What will I do there? My work starts only at night.

Get some sleep, dummy!

Aunt Glasha is right:

it's not your mom's fault.

I'm begging you, Trofim, go home, apologise to her.

Sit down!

If you'll come up to Dasha, I'll kill you, understand?

What should I do with my daughter?

I love her!

What? You didn't know?

Everyone knew!

Didn't Snake tell you not to touch Dasha anymore?

Get up!

So you've finished the report and are patrolling now?

Fyodor Tarasovich!

It's clean, you can go now!

Bastard!

What a girl I had in my dream!

Shame on you!

You're a Soviet man, so the dreams must be Soviet too!

She was a Soviet girl.

With a pennant.

Why are you here?

I need your help.

Everyone needs it.

I want to find the Andrey Petrovich's killer.

But we've found him, haven't we?

Tisha Gribov is a scapegoat.

They made him admit to the crime, then liquidated him.

I saw a car driving away from the hospital.

And I found this at the place, where a driver was waiting for a killer.

Do you know who crumples a cigarette this way?

How did he get into the room, if it was closed?

- Someone from the hospital helped him. - And you didn't tell anyone?

Akimovich,

Ivan Zakharovich?

I can't.

Someone from the police works for criminals.

Don't you joke like that.

This Marta asked me

to visit her any day

but not that night.

Girls were given the day off: they knew about the raid.

They were warned.

Why "knew"? Maybe it was just a coincidence.

Refresh your memory.

We've found a photo in the brothel - found Tisha Gribov then.

He confessed to the arson and was dropped off the window.

Case is closed.

No. It can't be so.

Yes, it can. Actually it is so.

And you get it now.

The Andrey Petrovich's brother-soldier was lost from the hotel.

And in a couple of days, when he tried to find his brother-soldier -

Andrey Petrovich was burned to death in his house.

If it's just a coincidence, I'll eat my pants and forget about Rio de Janeiro forever!

Let's reach an agreement right now: I will command the parade!

What parade?

The first and foremost, on the Red Square!

Have you ever dreamed about it?

To stay on the tribune of the Mausoleum, look down on everyone.

And they call me talkative.

You take up the brother-soldier lead.

You'll tell me everything you'll find out, we'll decide what to tell others.

I'm going to finish off the projectionist; I guess he didn't tell me everything.

Why did you come to me?

You're the only one I can trust.

Thanks.

You know why?

Because criminals don't need you!

You know nothing, you can do nothing, you aren't charged with a case.

You're walking around and chatting all days round.

Or just sleeping in your barn.

So tell me,why would they need such an accomplice?

That's to hurt your pride - for you to prove you're not like that.

I see.

Hello, aunt Nina.

- Is aunt Zoya home? - She's in the park, hopes to win 30 rubles.

I'm going to chat with aunt Zoya.

- Got offended? - Actually, no.

I don't take offence at people like you for 5 years already.

Get her talking, let her recall every little thing.

Senior lieutenant! Old foxes want no tutors.

I was a sniper for a year at the War -

you think I can miss Hitler?

Don't boast, aunt Zoya: many a day has passed since.

Put it straight, it's askew now.

It is straight.

Do you think I can't see?

No need to shout at me.

I'll fix it now.

It seems to be straight through the gunsight.

Should have looked through the gunsight first, sniper!

That's all!

Congratulations!

So, where's the money?

Give her the money, Musa!

Certainly!

We'll fill in the form: you'll get the prize at the end of the year .

What did you just say?

Fair and square, aunt Zoya.

So it's written here - 30 rubles - you'll get it.

But when you'll get it, is not written here!

I'll show you 'at the end of the year'.

Easy, aunt Zoya!

So much noise without a fight?

There'll be a fight!

Taras, arrest her: she attacks people!

Give me the gun, aunt Zoya!

Let this rogue give me my money.

I've killed Hitler - where are my 30 rubles?

That's not my money, it's public's,

from the City park's fund: payout is at the end of the year.

If you can't give money right away - why do you promise?

Where is it written here: "right away", or "on the same day"?

Have you heard it, Taras? He's a real rogue!

- Who have I tricked once at least? - Me!

Ok, we close shooting gallery, seal it,

and go to a park's chief to see into.

Or pay out?

There's the money.

Take it, grabber!

Folks!

Maybe I should shoot once more?

Whom at?! That's all, Hitler is killed!

Remember, Aunt Zoya!

The writer from Moscow that was lost.

You mean the one that left?

Didn't he pass you by?

In the morning, in the evening.

I can't believe you didn't ask him anything.

Where did he go, what did he do? Maybe he told you something?

Not really.

He was impressed by our town!

That's something! We can say he's got a good taste.

"Everything is so clean and smart, you can buy anything in the shops:

do you have special supply here?"

How can I know about our supply?

What else did he ask about?

He asked about our library once in the morning.

A library?

"The main thing for a writer is a library!"

Is this important?

Who knows.

Tolya Karyakin saw it with his own eyes:

they beat him up first,

then dragged somewhere.

It happens sometime.

They've had a fight, who hasn't? We'll find your Egor.

Akimovich, my dear.

Dasha, enough with the tears!

They'll do nothing to him.

He'd better be afraid of me!

I will find him and then I'll flog him, right?

Go home.

It was in your tavern that he was beaten up, Ilya Solomonovich!

If a woman gives birth to triplets in my tavern -

should I bring them up?

Your guy was carried out the tavern: he lay over there, then stood up and left.

Then look for him yourself!

I will. But your tavern is closed now.

What for?!

It's too dirty:

the sanitary code is violated.

Snake's guys beat him, not mine: close his park - why the tavern?

If something happens to him,

I'll close everything to hell here.

What do I have to do wih it?

There's an agreement - I didn't break it!

Why you are so evil, Akimovich?

You should visit us more often, maybe you'll become kinder.

Straight!

Not askew! Straight!

Did I ask anybody to raise the right edge?!

Or to lower the horizon?!

I did not!

Is this alright?

Now we're talking! Couldn't you do it at once?

Take this picture and put it in the corner! Now take it!

Excuse me.

The plan says: there's a painting exhibition here.

And the children's art is outside?

There will be different paintings:

many of them are made in the traditions of socialist realism.

Thank God!

Are there any landscapes?

Including the industrial ones.

That is right.

Iron Horse will replace a peasant horse!

Comrade Revus wasn't asked by other painters:

"Between us, can you paint?"

That's funny. So you read books?

Occasionally. I also see movies.

The daytime screening is in forty minutes, by the way.

Is a projectionist here already?

He must be, he always comes an hour before the show.

So I have to go then, we'll chat another time.

Sometime I'll find a reason to call you for interrogation,

and we'll discuss the contemporary trends in details:

literature, art, maybe cinematography.

See you! Vsevolod Sergeevich is it?

Exactly.

Very nice to meet you.

Why this picture is here? I asked you to put it in that corner!

In that corner! Not this corner! That one!

What is going on here?!

PROJECTION BOOTH PERSONNEL ONLY

It's Stotsky from the police! I have a couple of questions more.

- Good afternoon. - Hello.

Do you have "One-storied America"

by Ilf and Petrov?

We've got the complete set of works.

But it's in a reading room only.

As usual.

I can do a boiling kettle.

Or a pantomime about a fly.

Are you Lisa Voloshina? Are you in charge of the anniversary concert?

Yes, that's me.

The auditon's tomorrow at 2 in the Hall.

Come and will take a look at your kettle.

"About a fly" is better.

It's way more funnier. Would you like to see it now?

Tomorrow's fine.

Alright.

This way I like you much more.

When you're smiling. You were very sad last time I saw you.

Do we know each other?

We've met.

You ran away from your father, and were really upset about something.

Don't you remember me?

Sorry.

You're right I was upset.

Problems with your father?

Yes. To hell with him.

My name is Rodion.

You can call me Rodya.

I'm gonna live here from now on.

Me too.

So will you read "One-storied America"?

No. I've read it twice or thrice.

It's a long time to wait until tomorrow: maybe we could meet sooner?

What for?

It depends on you if my "boiling kettle" appears on stage.

Or "about a fly".

I need the connection with you.

Well, you can come.

I'm here every day.

- Hello, Akimovich! - Good day!

My good-looker! Sorry.

What?

She's better now!

Lena came to check at twelve -

she was lying in the kitchen unconscious.

Why didn't you call me, you fools?

What could you do, Akimovich?

You were at work. We dealt with it ourselves.

She fell asleep half an our ago.

Can I go?

Grams Manya will be here by 3.

We're almost out of medicines - to save I gave her half a dose.

Don't save!

So, can I go now?

Good dog!

Medicines for Nadya. How is she?

It was exactly like that:

they took out of the tavern, put him on the ground.

Covered his head with a rag. Maybe we should come inside?

It's not clean there. Where is he then?

In Maya's back room, drunk as a skunk.

Nurse Maya.

He'd been shagging her before he became close with Dasha.

Dasha, children...

That moron told Chalice that the daughter is not his.

I need to tell Dasha he's alive - she's worrying.

We will.

Rynda, that son of a bitch, will get what he deserved.

Dad also has a request for you.

Your newcomer is too frisky.

You should slow him down,

before he ruins everything.

He won't.

Tisha Gribov set Andrey Petrovich's house on fire, out of his personal dislike.

And then, feeling himself guilty,

jumped out the window on his own accord.

Is that all? Is the case closed?

It's been solved first,

then closed.

What do we have next?

What about Andrey Petrovich's brother-soldier,

he was looking for before he died?

Did you forget about Gosha Sapyolkin?

Do you want to be convicted for refusal to help?

I'm not talking about Gosha Sapyolkin.

The brother-soldier introduced himself as a Moscow writer

and submitted documents with the name of Anton Fyodorovich Lugovoy.

I called to the Writers' Union: there's no such writer there.

I also checked his Moscow address, he'd shown checking into a hotel:

there's no such person there.

Who is he then?

He can be anyone! Maybe a foreign spy.

Or some criminal visiting the place.

Half of your town are criminals.

Former criminals.

Who are now on the right path.

Not half of our town, but only 67 persons.

These are only former prisoners. How many "sympathizers" there are?

I think, comrades, we have to find out who this person is.

Maybe he is the one who killed Andrey Petrovich,

and forced Gribov to take the blame then?

He was hiding behind the false name for particular reason. Am I right?

- There you go. - Enjoy your meal!

He was looking for the library.

Who?

Aunt Zoya told me that man was looking for the library.

Well, he's a writer, nothing unusual.

But what if he isn't?

It's suspicious, isn't it?

Not very.

Although...

I remember him.

He registered to the reading room:

he's not local resident, so just reading room.

He was searching in the card-file, then ordered all of these.

He was sitting and flipping through.

For how long?

For 3 hours, even more.

What are you looking for?

We don't know yet. But we'll look for it anyway - we're persistent!

But not today.

Liza has to go,

the library closes at 7.

It's ok, you can stay here: I can sit and read.

Thank you, Liza.

Now you've got a rank of a Voluntary police assistant.

By the way you can go if you have to.

Me - I'm a lone wolf.

But you have a wife and three sons as in a fairy tale. Go!

Actually, I'm not that eager to return to that madhouse.

I'd like to sit here in silence instead.

Didn't you want to stay in Moscow?

Did you?

It doesn't really matter to me where to catch criminals.

But you've finished the Institute of Culture.

Look!

A grenade. So what?

You told me - everything that looks suspiciously.

A grenade in the "Youth technology" magazine -isn't it suspicious?

Tell me the truth, Lisa!

You were also exiled for something?

Of course, not! I went to study: finished and came back.

Filya-watchman has the same jalopy. Remember seeing it in the street?

Dynasphere - transport of the future.

Wait!

Did you find something?

I hope so.

Filya, welcome the guests!

Are you going to die?

Or that's not for yourself?

For me.

I mean...

For the play.

Hello.

Vsevolod Segeevich?

- Where's Filipp? - Filipp Yanovich has left.

He let me work in his workshop kindly:

we need scenery on stage urgently,

I used to work as a carpenter in the camp: so I'm reviving old times.

Where did he go? When?

Somewhere to Siberia. To Tomsk or Omsk?

Three days ago.

Something happened to his friend.

- Did he tell you this? - Yes.

Is he coming back soon?

He didn't tell this.

So strange!

He left three days ago, and we saw his jalopy in the street yesterday.

- What jalopy? - The Dynasphere.

Single-wheeled car.

Maybe, he'd left it to someone?

Wasn't he inside it?

Who knows!

Wearing glasses and helmet.

It wasn't him definitely. I tell you: Filipp Yanovich had left.

Why are you looking for him?

It's the Dynasphere. We'd like to ride it.

Yasha, go and see who's there. I can't move away.

Why are you not sleeping?

That freak of Owl's was seen in town yesterday.

Why was he there?

I told you: not a step from here.

Who let him go?

I wasn't on duty.

Sorry, then.

It's nobody's fault. Don't punish anyone!

I dripped something in his tea, and he fell asleep.

Where did you go?

To town.

Took the picture to the exhibition.

Vsevolod Sergeevich had asked me a long time ago,

but we left in a hurry.

What picture?

What exhibition?

You were almost captured a few days ago!

I'll never leave this place.

I swear!

Dad asked me to tell you:

he's very displeased with you.

You keep working!